War And Peace: Book 6 - CHAPTER X

作者: Leo Tolstoy

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Author: Leo Tolstoy

HE KEPT UP his diary and this was what he was writing in it at that

time:

“November 24.—I got up at eight o'clock, read the Scriptures, then

went to my duties” (Pierre by the advice of Osip Alexyevitch was serving on one

of the government committees), “came back to dinner, dined alone (the countess

had a lot of guests whom I did not care for), ate and drank with moderation, and

after dinner copied out passages for the brothers. In the evening I went down to

the countess, and told a ridiculous story about B., and only bethought myself

that I ought not to have done so, when every one was laughing loudly at

it.

“I went to bed with a calm and happy spirit. Great Lord, help me to walk in

Thy paths: (1) to flee anger by gentleness and deliberation; (2) to flee lust by

self-restraint and loathing; (3) to escape from the turmoil of the world without

cutting myself off from (a) the duties of my political work, (b)

the cares of my household, (c) relations with my friends, and (d)

the management of my finances.”

“November 27.—I got up late and lay a long while in bed after I was

awake, giving way to sloth. My God, help me and strengthen me that I may walk in

Thy ways. Read the Scriptures, but without proper feeling. Brother Urusov came:

talked of the cares of this world. He told me of the Tsar's new projects. I was

beginning to criticise them, but remembered my principles and the words of my

benefactor, that a true mason ought to be zealous in working for the state, when

his aid is required, but should look on quietly at what he is not called upon to

assist in. My tongue is my enemy. Brothers G.V. and O. visited me; there was a

conversation preliminary to the reception of a new brother. They lay upon me the

duty of rhetor. I feel weak and unworthy. Then there was talk of the

interpretation of the seven pillars and steps of the Temple, of the seven

sciences, the seven virtues, the seven vices, the seven gifts of the Holy

Spirit. Brother O. was very eloquent. In the evening the reception took place.

The new decoration of the building added a good deal to the magnificence of the

spectacle. Boris Drubetskoy was admitted. I had proposed him, and I was the

rhetor. A strange feeling troubled me all the time I was with him in the dark

temple. I detected in myself a feeling of hatred, which I studiously strove to

overcome. And I could sincerely have desired to save him from evil and to lead

him into the way of truth, but evil thoughts of him never left me. The thought

came to me that his object in entering the brotherhood was simply to gain the

intimacy and favour of men in our lodge. Apart from the fact that he several

times asked me whether N. or S. were not members of our lodge (a question I

could not answer), he is incapable, so far as my observation goes, of feeling a

reverence for our holy order, and is too much occupied, and too well satisfied

with the outer man, to care much for the improvement of the spiritual man. I had

no grounds for doubting of him, but he seemed to me insincere; and all the time

I stood face to face with him in the dark temple I kept fancying he was smiling

contemptuously at my words, and I should have liked really to stab his bare

chest with the sword I held pointed at it. I could not be eloquent, and could

not sincerely communicate my doubts to the brothers and the Grand Master. O

Great Architect of Nature, help me to find the true path that leads out of the

labyrinth of falsehood!”

After this three pages of the diary were left blank, and then had been

written:

“I had a long and instructive conversation with brother V., who advised me

not to abandon brother A. Much was revealed to me, unworthy as I am. Adonai is

the name of the creator of worlds. Elohim is the name of the ruler of all. The

third name, the name unutterable, has the significance of the All. Talks with

brother V. strengthen and refresh me and confirm me in the path of virtue. In

his presence there is no room for doubt. I see clearly the distinction between

the poor doctrine of mundane science and our sacred, all-embracing teaching.

Human sciences dissect everything to understand it, and destroy everything to

analyse it. In the sacred science of our order all is one, all is known for its

combination and life. The trinity—the three elements of things—are sulphur,

mercury, and salt. Sulphur is of an oily and fiery nature; in its combination

with salt by its fiery quality it arouses a craving in it, by means of which it

attracts mercury, fastens upon it, holds it, and in combination with it forms

various substances. Mercury is the unsubstantial, floating, spiritual

essence—Christ, the Holy Ghost, Him.”

“December 3.—I waked up late, read the Scripture, but was unmoved by

it. Afterwards I went down and walked up and down the big hall. I tried to

meditate; but instead of that my imagination brought before me an incident which

occurred four years ago. Dolohov, meeting me after my duel in Moscow, said to me

that he hoped I was now enjoying complete mental peace in spite of my wife's

absence. At the time I made him no answer. Now I recalled all the details of

that interview, and in my mind made him the most vindictive and biting retorts.

I recovered myself and drove away that idea, only when I had caught myself in a

passion of anger; but I did not repent of it sufficiently. Afterwards Boris

Drubetskoy came and began describing various incidents. The moment he came in I

felt amazed at his visit and said something horrid to him. He retorted. I got

hot, and said a great deal to him that was disagreeable and even rude. He did

not reply, and I checked myself only when it was too late. My God, I cannot get

on with him at all. It is myself too that is to blame for it. I set myself above

him, and so I become far inferior to him, for he is lenient to my rudeness,

while I nourish a contempt for him. My God, grant me that in his presence I may

see more clearly my own vileness and act so that it may be profitable to him

too. After dinner I went to sleep, and just as I was falling asleep, I

distinctly heard a voice saying in my left ear: ‘Thy day.'

“I dreamed I was walking along in the dark and was all of a sudden surrounded

by dogs, but I went on undismayed; all at once one small dog seized me by the

thigh with its teeth and would not let go. I tried to strangle it with my hands.

And as soon as I tore it off, another, a bigger one, began to bite me. I lifted

it up, and the more I lifted it up, the bigger and heavier it became. And

suddenly brother A. came up, and taking me by the arm, led me away with him and

brought me into a building, to enter which we had to pass over a narrow plank. I

stepped on it, and the plank bent and gave way, and I began clambering on the

fence, which I just managed to get hold of with my hands. After great efforts I

dragged my body up, so that my legs were hanging over on one side and my body on

the other. I looked round and saw brother A. standing on the fence and pointing

out to me a great avenue and garden, and in the garden a great and beautiful

building. I waked up. Lord, Great Architect of Nature, help me to tear away

these dogs—my evil passions and especially the last—that unites in itself the

violence of all the former ones, and aid me to enter that temple of virtue, of

which I was vouchsafed a vision in my sleep.”

“December 7.—I dreamed that Osip Alexyevitch was sitting in my house,

and I was very glad to see him and eager to entertain him. But in my dream I

kept chattering away incessantly with other people, and all at once I bethought

myself that this could not be to his liking and I wanted to come close to him

and to embrace him. But as soon as I approached him, I saw that his face was

transformed, and had grown young, and he said something to me softly, some

doctrine of our order, but so softly that I could not catch it. Then we all

seemed to go out of the room, and something strange happened. We were sitting or

lying on the floor. He was telling me something. But in my dream I longed to

show him my devotional feeling, and, not listening to his words, I began

picturing to myself the state of my own inner man, and the grace of God

sanctifying me. And tears came into my eyes, and I was glad that he noticed it.

But he glanced at me with vexation, and jumped up, breaking off his conversation

with me. I was abashed and asked him whether what he had been saying did not

concern me. But he made no reply, but gave me a friendly look, and then all of a

sudden we found ourselves in my bedroom, where stood a big double bed. He lay

down on the edge of it, and I seemed to be filled with a desire to embrace him

and to lie down too. And in my dream he asked me, ‘Tell me the truth, what is

your chief temptation? Do you know it? I believe that you do know it.' Abashed

at this question, I answered that sloth was my besetting temptation. He shook

his head incredulously. And even more abashed, I told him that though I was

living here with my wife, I was not living with her as a husband. To this he

replied that I had no right to deprive my wife of my embraces, and gave me to

understand that this was my duty. But I answered that I should be ashamed of it,

and suddenly everything vanished. And I waked up, and in my mind there was the

text of scripture: ‘And the life was the light of man, and the light shineth in

the darkness, and the darkness comprehendeth it not.'

“The face of Osip Alexyevitch had been youthful and bright-looking. That day

I received a letter from my benefactor, in which he wrote to me of my conjugal

duties.

“December 9.—I had a dream from which I waked up with a throbbing

heart. I dreamed I was in Moscow in my own house, in the big divan-room, and

Osip Alexyevitch came out of the drawing-room. I dreamed that I knew at once

that the process of regeneration had begun in him, and I rushed to meet him. I

kissed his face and his hands, while he said: ‘Do you notice that my face is

different?' I looked at him, still holding him in my arms, and I dreamed that I

saw that his face was young, but he had no hair on his head and his features

were quite different. And I dreamed that I said to him: ‘I should have

recognised you if I had met you by chance'; and thought as I said it, ‘Am I

telling the truth?' And all at once I saw him lying like a dead body; then he

gradually came to himself again and went with me into the big study, holding a

big folio book of manuscript. And I dreamed I said: ‘I wrote that.' And he

answered me by an inclination of the head. I opened the book, and on all the

pages were fine drawings. And in my dream I knew that these pictures depicted

the soul's love adventures with its beloved. And I saw a beautiful presentment

of a maiden in transparent garments and with a transparent body flying up to the

clouds. And I seemed to know that this maiden was nothing else but the figure of

the Song of Songs. And in my dream, as I looked at these pictures, I felt I was

doing wrong and could not tear myself away from them. Lord, help me! My God, if

Thy forsaking me is Thy doing, then Thy will be done; but if I am myself the

cause, teach me what I am to do. I perish from my vileness as though Thou wast

utterly forsaking me.”